Don't Tell Mueller: Fly on the Wall

Welcome to a monthly Fly on the Wall group post. Today 6 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house. At the end of my post you’ll find links to this month’s other participants’ posts.

Sooo, College Boy has a cap on one of his teeth that he's had for years. It was about 7pm one Thursday evening when I got this distressing text from him.
I was a perplexed by the weird diacritical marks over some of the letters as I tried to decipher what exactly he was saying, but clearly I had other things to worry about.

As I waited for a pic and further explanation, (and tried to remember whether his dentist is even open on Friday), I wondered again about the weirdness of the communication. I text with him all the time, I've never seen this before.

Umm . . . his keyboard isn't in English? Seriously? We're having a dental emergency here, can't you just fix that?

PurDude was on the road. Whenever he has a travel day I try to keep my cell with me at all times just in case he needs something. Yes, you can call me overprotective as he is a grown man, but his car is 14 years old and prone to flat tires.

I headed up to take a shower and made sure to take my cell with me and leave it on the counter. If I didn't hear it while in the shower, I could check for missed calls as soon as I got out.

I showered, dried off, walked over to the counter to check for missed calls. Kind of hard to do, though, when what I was holding was the TV remote. 

I joined this new platform called Mix. It's taking the place of StumbleUpon and is a way to save and share blog posts. I think. Haven't figured it out yet. 

I do know that you follow people and have followers there. At this point I joined and just am following back anyone who follows me until I understand how to use it. So I check my followers now and then so as not to snub anyone.

I checked today and yikes, seems I'm being followed by Russian TV. 

Please don't tell Robert Mueller. With everything I've posted, Trump won't pardon me and I don't look good in horizontal stripes. If given the chance I would flip like a fish out of water but I swear I haven't shared anything with them.

You hear me? NO collusion.

College Boy: What's for dinner?
Me: I threw some Rib Eyes on the grill. I made you one.
College Boy: You didn't make the steak.
Me: Yes I did.
College Boy: You may have cooked it, but you didn't actually make the steak. The cow made the steak.
Me: Not on purpose.

We were all in the den watching the Red Sox. They weren't on TV so PurDude was streaming it from his laptop to our television. They went into commercial break in the middle and end of each inning at which time, since they don't stream the commercials, we'd get a "commercial break" message on the TV until they picked back up the play.

During these breaks, I'd go do whatever I needed to do around the house. 

They went to break and I went into the kitchen and emptied the dishwasher. I looked up and they weren't back yet. I went to the bathroom, not back yet. I changed my clothes, came back and the game still wasn't back on.

Me: Wow, that's a really, really long commercial break. I've never done that much, come back and find the game not back on.
Hubs (looking up from his cell phone): Maybe it's the 7th inning stretch. 
Me (rolling my eyes): No, they rarely do that in the 4th inning . . .

Fresh Cherry Tartlets

PurDude had been interviewing for jobs. Some were phone interviews, some he was flown out to do in person, some he drove to and some were video chat.

He had a 10:00 am group video chat one morning. At about 10:05 three of my neighbors' lawn services showed up and revved up their lawn mowers. And about four houses up the street at the stop sign, workers started jack hammering the concrete in the road. Because, really, job interviews aren't stressful enough, he needed to have a circus going on around him.

And the sad thing was, I couldn't help but sit in the living room and laugh. Seriously, what are the feakin' odds?

Let me just say that I thought I'd done a good job, over the years, of acclimating (trial by fire) the boys to my sarcastic sense of humor. For the most part they get me, but every now and then PurDude, who tends to be concrete and literal just misses my intent completely.


At noon he was still on that 10:00 am video chat. I, of course, was down in the den holding my breath. Finally he came downstairs.

Me: Wow, you've been on forever. Did they take dental impressions too?
PurDude: No, Mom, it was a job interview.

Well, I thought it was funny.

Yet another conversation about dinner. Yeah, we have a lot of them. 

College Boy (and I) loves lamb. When they look good at the grocery store, I will buy lamb chops for he and I and cook them on the grill. Clearly College Boy was in the mood for lamb but when I don't have any, I don't have any. 

College Boy: What's for dinner?
Me: I'm grilling some salmon.
College Boy: Lamb chops?
Me: No, Glazed Salmon.
College Boy: So, lamb chops?
Me: Yes. Flaky orange lamb chops. Hope you like them.

 

I've talked before about how freaked out I am that what I do online is not private. I firmly believe it should be and I truly feel violated when I see ads targeted towards what I've been doing online. Sponsored posts on FB are one thing, they're targeted towards groups of people, not me personally. But ads and "suggested posts", those hit a bit too close to home. Like I'm currently looking to replace the parsons chairs in my kitchen and now every time I go on FB or even to a website there are parsons chairs ads. Very "big brother" feeling. 

But lately something seems to be going a bit haywire in their monitoring of my online presence. And it's making me laugh. For instance, today's suggested post for me: Are you looking for an automotive manufacturing job?

Umm . . . no.

Flies in the house drive me nuts. I don't want them landing on any food I may have on the counter so when I see them in the house I always have to get rid of them.

We were having a problem with flies in the house. Actually we were having a problem with people leaving the door to the deck open too long but that's an argument I seem to lose on a regular basis.

I was complaining because there were about 10 of them on the screen in the laundry room window, when PurDude decided to give me a helpful suggestion.

PurDude: If we bring a bunch of spiders in the house we'd have a lot less flies.
Me: We'd have a lot less humans, too.

Now click on the links below for a peek into some other homes:

Menopausal Mother 
Never Ever Give Up Hope  
Spatulas on Parade
My Brand of Crazy
Go Mama O.

Fresh Cherry Tartlets

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Printable Recipe

Ingredients:
1 unbaked refrigerator pie crust (1/2 of a package of 2 crusts)
about 2 TBSP flour
8 oz cream cheese, room temperature
1/3 cup powdered sugar
1 TBSP French vanilla creamer (can substitute 1 TBSP heavy cream and 1/4 tsp vanilla)
1 tsp grenadine
3/4 cup fresh cherries, pitted and chopped
6 fresh cherries, pitted and halved 


Directions:
*Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Place 12 mini tart baking shells onto a baking sheet.
*Sprinkle flour over the counter and roll out crust. Cut into 12 circles, about 3 inches in diameter each. You will need to cut as many as you can, re-roll the remaining crust and continue until you have 12. 
*Press the crusts into and up the sides of the tart shells. Prick the bottoms with a fork and bake for 5 minutes. Cool completely.
*Beat cream cheese with the powdered sugar, creamer and grenadine. Mix in the chopped berries.
*Fill the tarts with the cream cheese mixture. Top each with a cherry half.
*Refrigerate for 2 hours before serving. Store in the refrigerator.